twits and bikes
if you are of the bored-at-work generation, or are somehow inexplicably addicted to my charm and wit, i’ve decided to revive my long-forgotten twitter account. real-time, regular updates on whatever the foccacia i’m doing, and/or witty one-liners that i don’t feel like spamming my lj friends list with.
in bicycle news, yesterday i took a rush-hour ride from work to campione cycles, to purchase for myself a bulldog mini lock. it was fucking terrifying. (excuse my french.) now, i realize that rush hour is the most terrifying time of day to ride a bicycle, and that the route i chose was also quite terrifying, but i used to fly down those streets with the greatest of ease. now i am a timid, quivering, helmet-wearing* pussy. it was stressful and unpleasant.
i realize now that my pre-car-smashy bicycle-riding self was probably really difficult to ride with. i took a lot of risks. i have realized that i am not invincible, and i’m sorry to anyone who thought they were going to die when they rode bicycles with me.
that said, i would like to rid myself of this wimpy attitude stat. any pointers?
*helmets are a great thing to wear on your head while you are bicycling, and in no way does wearing a helmet make you a pussy**. helmets protect your brain from cars, asphalt and other unexpected hard surfaces. please wear one.
**i use the term pussy as only a feminist can; cats and vulvae alike are very courageous, and my use of the term pussy seeks not to imply otherwise.
